Broken Girl
(S)ee that girl over there all alone?
She's been attacked down to the bone.
Some see her as a toy used till it broke.
So hard to think that a girl was used as a joke.
(A)ll she deserved was just another chance,
Anyone couldn't notice by just one glance,
All she needed was one more night
All she needed was to see the light.
(F)eelings still exist within the dead girl
For before she died life was a swirl
Feelings of love and hatred both as one.
For love and anger is what made her come undone.
(E)veryone thought this story to be fake,
Everyone saw her as the life to take.
Even if she seemed to be unlike all.
Each mistake is what made her fall.
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